I once had a terrifying moment when a Victorian Funnel Web decided to set up residence in my 'bits n' pieces' cabinet.
I saw this huge spider sitting underneath one of my treasured possessions, a papier mache bowl I made when I was nine... I had this sudden fear that it would crawl out during the night and maul my face, so I decided I would have to kill it. How to kill it, when it was under a treasured possession? It would crush the papier mache bowl if I punched the spider. It would weaken the bowl if I sprayed it.
So I coaxed the spider out with a hook fashioned from a metal coat hanger, then used insect poison to DRENCH the entire thing until it was a mess of bubbles of foam. It recoiled, until the bubbles had dispersed, and then made a break for it, straight toward me.
I sprayed it again to the same extent. Same recoil until the bubbles had dispersed, then it started running toward me again.
I FLIPPED MY SHIT.
Got my shoe and hit it with all my strength. It survived that, because I hadn't used the shoe properly, using it as if you were slapping someone with it. So I put my hand in the heel, then punched downward onto the spider.
It survived that with a lost leg but no less anger. I could quite clearly see the venom on its fangs, which were fuckin' huge, let me tell you.
TRY ONCE MORE GOOD REUDH!
And so I did, and I punched again, damn near breaking my hand with the force I put into the punch. It took two steps and keeled over.
CRISIS AVERTED.
SLEEP AVERTED.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU----
Australia, Y U SO VENOMOUS?